by Omar Persaud

Created on: June 09, 2008

THE COLDEST WINTER EVER

I stood outside,
In my only suit
Amongst a crowd of people
I had not known.

The air was soo cold
That when the wind had blown,
Forst scattered
Accross the dead grass
Like the dust
Off a dirt road.

The trees resembled
Big, brown cracks
In overcast skies of stone.
And the breeze felt like
An icy slap
That stung my ears and nose.

I try to think of warmer times
To conjure up some heat...

...But I listened to my mother's cries,
And was frozen by her grief.

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